“What?”
“Oh, lots of things.”
“I have seen no evidence of it. Why your mother sent you to that place, instead of to some good business college, I cannot imagine.”
“Well, you see, father had been there——”
Sam broke off. Mr. Pynsent, he was aware, had not been fond of the late Anthony Shotter—considering, and possibly correctly, that his dead sister had, in marrying that amiable but erratic person, been guilty of the crowning folly of a frivolous and fluffy-headed life.
“A strong recommendation,” said Mr. Pynsent dryly.
Sam had nothing to say to this.
“You are very like your father in a great many ways,” said Mr. Pynsent.
Sam let this one go by too. They were coming off the bat a bit fast this morning, but there was nothing to be done about it.
“And yet I am fond of you, Sam,” resumed Mr. Pynsent after a brief pause.